#stenbrough textpost

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

GEORGIE DIDNT DESERVE BEING FUCKING DRAGGED INTO A GREYWATER ASS FUCKING SEWER BY A CREEPY CANABILISTIC PEDO WHO HAS A FETISH FOR ARMS. GEORGIE HAD A BEAUTIFUL DAMN LIFE AHEAD OF HIM, HE COUDL’VE HAD A WIFE AND KIDS AND A GREAT JOB. HE WOULDVE BEEN IN T HE L O S ERS GANG!! IM C R Y I. G. HE COULDVE JUMPED OFF THE QUARRY, HOLDING HIS BROTHER’S HAND, WITH TWO RELIABLE ARMS. I REST MY DAMN CASE GOODBYE.

[incorrect-it-2017-quotes]

Bill: Hey Stan, we're both single and well... I don't wanna be single when I'm 40, so let's make pact.

Stan: Okay. If we're both still single when we turn 40-

Bill: We'll marry each other.

Stan:

Stan: I was going to say we kill each other, but okay.

[teamfreedogs]

Stan, talking to the demon in his house: Listen bitch if either one of us is gonna kill me it’s gonna be me

[mike-wheelies]

playing  scrabble with stenbrough *warning* ( mention of suicide)

stan:*spells die*

bill: s-stan d-d-die is n-not a g-good word y-you can’t even p-p-put it in a s-sentence

stan: yes you can

bill:p-put it in s-sentence

stan:i want to die duh just like i want to kill myself bill your so dumb

bill: *face palms* s-s-sometimes i w-w-wonder why a-are we a couple

[daeneryn]

Bill: I asked Richie because I knew he wouldn't give me a lecture about consequences

Stan: Richie IS a lecture about consequences!

[kaspbrat]

bill: stan, stop sending me emails. it’s spam at this point. i’m not going to your bar mitzvah.

[bobnewby-superhero]

I hate reflecting on my behavior, cause then I realize sad stuff like the fact that I ship Stanley Uris with so many people as a coping mechanism. Like yes, son, fall in love with... anyone and live a long happy life... please!

[expectroremus-blog]

pennywise: so you gave me your soul and-

stan: no take backs!

pennywise: please, it’s making me sad.

[rosy-eds]

your stenbrough textpost is terrible. stan is abusive amd manipulating, who is he to say whi bill can hang out with? abuse is gross

What?Also idgaf what you think I’ll only care if you take off anon so then I won’t think you’re as cowardly as you’re being

[asbraleks-77-blog]

Imagine something It's raining outside. Stan's playing the violin while Bill's looking at him. He smiles 'cause Stan knows his favorite melody and he plays it just for making Billy happy. God, I love their couple so much.

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

if Bill had weed brownies for the first time

bill: hey babe, let's fuck.

richie: whaT THE FUCK

eddie: BILL GET YOUR DIRTY WEED HANDS OFF OF HIM

bill: wha- ohh you're not Stan

eddie: omg what

stan: holy shit

bev: what is happening, isn't he supposed to be in love with me?

stan: THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT

ben: *silently celebrates*

[incorrect-it-2017-quotes]

Bill: All right, you’re clearly not listening to me. I can say whatever I want.

Stan: Tell me about it.

Bill: I murdered Eddie last night.

Stan: I feel you.

Bill: Now that I have have the taste for blood, I can’t stop murdering.

Stan: Been there.

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

if Bill knew the future when Stan killled himself

“Hey Stan?”

“Yeah?”

“You know how many ga-gal-gallons of w-water that bat-baths use up?”

“No, why are you-“

Bill is on the brink of tears, “Promise me,” Bill harshly grasps Stan’s hands, “never t-take a-a b-b-bath.”

Stan looks in his eyes worryingly, “I don’t understand, are you ok? Do yo-“

Bill interrupts him and shouts, “are you ok?” Bill starts to sob, choking on his own invisible words, “a-a-are you ge-gen-“ Stan starts to cry a bit too, startled by Bill’s emotional actions.

“I don’t get it-“

“Just!” Bill pleads, “never ever, take a bath. And lo-look me in t-the eyes w-wh-when you say this,” Stan looks up and stares into those glossy green eyes.

“Are you o-o-ok?”

Stan brings his hands up and cups Bill’s cheeks, Stan takes a hard, long and thoughtful minute. He was looking at Bill, taking in every little feature. Bill’s slight eyebags, his rosy lips, his veiny eyelids, everything.

He looked up to Bill’s eyes again and stares into his black irises.

“Yes.”

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

Eddie: I’m straight!

Richie: that’s not what chu said yesterdayyy

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

grey//stanley uris

“who knew i was the embodiment of depression?”

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

stenbrough//tastes and smells are different in the rain;

pt: 1

Note: this is set in present time and the Pennywise shit still happened

Bill couldn’t sleep, he needed something to drink, to soothe his dry, Sahara desert throat. He dragged his body out of his twin sized bed and fell quietly on the wood planks.

He went downstairs, in his white and beige striped pajamas, into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door as sneakily as he can, really cautious so his parents don’t hear. Ever since Georgie passed away, they’ve been anxious and over reacting. They’d probably come in the room with a gun if they heard just one floorboard creak.

He grabbed the half-empty milk carton and grabbed a plastic cup from a bag at the counter, he placed both on the table and poured the milky white substance into the cup (im sorry ff I had to do it)

He chugged down the whole thing, he could feel his throat soothe and finally feel smoother, he put the cup into the trash and the carton into the fridge and cautiously went upstairs. Tip toe after tip toe, he went up to his door until he heard some ruckus from Georgie’s room. He turned his head and walked up to the door, he creaked the door an inch to his and looked inside to see his father putting Georgie’s blankets, stuffed animals, art materials, all into a trash bag. He eyes began to tear up and he could feel the salty water fall down his cheeks and land on the wood floors, he watched his father shove every little thing violently into that Glade fucking trash bag, the lemon scented shit won’t make a difference since the things in the bag are a whole other story.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he walked back into his room and collapsed on the floor, how? why? Why the fuck would his parents do this, those were Georgie’s, how could they? Those things were so precious to him, why would he just stuff in a black, worthless trash bag. He couldn’t take it anymore, he took his brown backpack and stuffed as much shirts, underwear, and pants into it as quick as possible. He needed to get away from this toxic family, but his angry manner couldn’t stop the you tears, or the sadness, or the endless pain.

He took his phone and stared at it, where should he go to stay?

Mike? No, then he would be forced to do farm work.

Richie? Nope, his house smells like booze.

Eddie? Mom would kick him out of the house in an instance.

Ben? He wished, they’re out of town for the weekend.

Stan? Stan. Stan! Stan could help him, he’s always been there for him. He’s always been by his side, he smiled at his phone and quickly selected Stan’s contact.

The phone rang, Bill worried that he won’t pick up, he prayed that he might.

“Bill?”